September Wedding
Upcountry sky gloomed darker, charcoal
as the end of summer sparking fall.
Any ridgetop beckons lightning –
distant thunder – or was it applause?
For she was strapless, bride-white lily
dancing past us
as they silhouetted into sunset,
sparkling rosé sunflare below clouds.
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